Jarhead 2: Field of Fire

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A story.

A man has a lot of choices.

And these choices made in

life are rarely perfect.

So he decides to sign a contract

'cause he wants to

make a difference.

He wants to save this world,

make it a better place.

But when that contract is signed,

he will no longer choose

when he wants to eat,

sleep, f*** or fight.

Those decisions

will be made for him.

He will be part of something

bigger than himself.

He will train for

70 consecutive days

and get to know every inch

of his M16A4 rifle

better than his own dick.

Then, he will go to

the desert and fight.

And die.

Why is he fighting?

Why is he dying?

What's the f***ing point?

Go, go, go!

On your .50 Cal, now!

Go! Go!

Watch it, watch your back.

Take cover!

Take cover! Take cover!

Tiger one-seven!

Tiger one-seven!

This is P.B. Cobra

requesting

immediate fire mission

in the same vicinity

of my last grid.

Confirming grid 8-8-3-7-6-5.

More ammo!

We gotta get this stuff outta

here so we can get the hell out.

Let's go, hustle,

get this unloaded.

This is crazy, man.

For f***'s sake,

go get that truck unloaded!

Right away, Staff Sergeant!

Let's go! Let's go!

Move it! Move it!

Watch out! Watch out!

Kett, give me.

Merrimette, you can carry

more than one!

Let's go!

Dickson,

we need some more 5-5-6!

Merrimette,

bring down that 5-5-6!

Go! Go, go, go!

Danni, grab me the ammo!

- Hey, yo! What do you need?

- I need, 5-5-6.

Here you go. You got it?

Get the ridge!

Get the ridge again! Again!

You guys doin'

all right down there?

I don't know, man.

It's crazy. Thanks!

Come on. Here you go.

How much more is left?

A shitload, Staff Sergeant!

Hurry up!

I'm on it.

Is every bad guy

in the world in our face?

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Staff Sergeant! Request

permission to get some!

That's a negative, Corporal.

You wanna provide support,

then fly and get in

that truck and unload

the rest of that

goddamned toilet paper.

These boys may need

to drop a deuce

when that thing is done,

you got me?

Yes, sir!

RPGs!

- God!

- Man down!

- Crap! My f***ing leg!

- Sergeant!

God! My f***ing leg!

My f***ing leg!

Sarge, Sarge.

Stop the bleeding.

My f***ing leg. Everything's okay.

Corpsman!

Corpsman up!

My leg's all the way

over there, man.

My leg's all the way

over there, man.

Corpsman!

My f***ing leg, man!

I'm gonna die.

Corpsman!

I'm gonna die.

Corpsman!

I'm gonna die.

Help me! God! No!

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

No, we're not gonna let you die.

That's what's happening.

I'm here.

I'm with you, sir.

I'm sorry.

Come on, boys.

Motherf***er.

Relax, b*tches.

What up?

Hey, Li, what's up?

Aloha, boys.

Hey, guys.

What do we got?

A crown for the queen.

Cute.

What, we both get both of them?

Doesn't matter, dude.

My God, what is that?

Pineapple juice?

That is disgusting.

No, I don't want that.

Give me something stronger douchebag.

I'll get you a bib.

Get the f*** outta

here with that sh*t.

Hey! Stop dickin' around.

Go escort Sergeant Dickson

to Mortuary Affairs.

Yeah, stop dickin' around.

- He's talkin' to you, fool.

- He keeps takin' my cup.

You're just the man

I'm lookin' for. Sir.

Like that hat.

Lovely lid, Li.

It's Luau Sunday, sir.

It's my party hat.

Well, carry on.

Yes, sir.

Walk with me.

Yes, sir.

Staff Sergeant

Dickson was a good man.

Yes, sir.

Is this allowed, sir?

No. Jack Dickson.

Sit down.

Your wife,

she's expecting, yeah?

Yes, sir.

How far along is she?

Eight months, sir.

I'm afraid that's one delivery

you're gonna have to miss.

Yes, sir. I've been

there, I share your pain.

The things we do for the Corps.

Corporal, this job of ours, driving

trucks in heavily contested areas,

it's just about the most

dangerous job on the planet.

We lose good men and women

every day, don't we?

Yes, sir.

I expect you and your

people are wondering

who's gonna take over

as squad leader.

I haven't really had time

to think about it yet, sir.

Well, you better

give it some thought.

You're the new squad leader.

Major?

Congratulations. You just got

yourself another stripe.

Sir, maybe there's

someone else. I...

Come again?

Corporal Kettner. He's the same rank.

He's got more experience...

Corporal Kettner's

an exemplary marine.

He made the short list

but you drew the long straw.

Sir, it's just that this is my

third deployment in four years.

After it's over,

my contract's up.

I'm not sure if I'm

going to re-up, sir.

Is my beloved Corps not living

up to your expectations?

It's a big decision

and my wife and I,

we haven't made up

our minds yet.

Well, I've been there, too.

Just the way I felt

after my third deployment

and hey, look at me now.

How about this, Corporal?

You're taking over

the squad. That's a fact.

But, if and when you wanna

walk away from this,

there's no reason you shouldn't

walk away as a sergeant.

Can you live with that?

Yes, sir.

All right. You're dismissed.

You have a shower, some

grub, grab some sack time.

You leave on mission in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Corporal?

Sir?

Keep the faith. Semper Fi.

Semper Fi, sir.

No, no, no.

I'm out. I'm out.

You don't feel like

staying out there?

No.

Grass skirts and desert camos

aren't really my look.

I don't know.

The right set of shoes, I

think you could pull it off.

Ha.

Times like this, there's

only one place I wanna be.

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